Ringin'

(Popstar)

(Tylur Ocean)

I can't get no sleep 'cause my phone keep ringin'

I just put a whole eighth in a blunt, what the fuck was I thinkin'

Tell a bitch, I ain't nothin' like her man, he get jammed and he singin'

Got money on my mind, I can make a band without blinkin'

I might fuck her like I love her

When I'm done, I'ma ask her when she leavin'

I'ma big plug

I ain't doin' no fronts better come with the cheese

Why they on my dick

I ain't do shit but run it up niggas hate for no reason

I just spent what you make in a month on a pair of new sneakers, aye

And my bitch got class she a teacher

And her ass real fat she a keeper

Baby, I'ma take you shopping at Neiman's

Baby, I could make you hot like a fever

I'm a young fly nigga with cheese

Fell asleep in my grill, woke up and my teeth hurt

I just put four grams in a blunt

You would think I'm from the Hill, but I'm just a big chiefer

He ain't think that it was on me 'til I made him a believer

Four holes in 'em like a t-shirt (hey)

I could run a band up in no feat take four O's turn it to a P, oowee

I can't get no sleep 'cause my phone keep ringin'

I just put a whole eighth in a blunt, what the fuck was I thinkin'

Tell a bitch I ain't nothin' like her man he get jammed and he singin'

Got money on my mind, I can make a band without blinkin'

I can't take no breaks 'cause my trap phone jumpin'

I got halfs, I got quarters, I got eighths

Hit my phone and I'm comin'

They show me love every time I'm in the club

Ain't no party like a party in The Cut

Bitches shakin' ass and my niggas goin' dumb

We don't want no problems, we just wanna have fun

What you know about four days no sleep?

This the most money that I made in a week

Had to hit the block hail, rain, snow, sleet

That's the reason I got all this cake on me

I could hit a shot from any range, no three

I could play a bitch like a game no cheats

I could run a couple bands up no feat

Take four O's turn that thang to a P, oowee

I ain't gettin' no sleep lil' baby I'm trappin whats happenin'

If a nigga want beef we ain't askin' no questions we clappin'

I just blew a whole rack and I made it all back, plus taxes

This shit is like magic

Bitch, I got game like madden, make a touchdown without passin', ooh

I can't get no sleep 'cause my phone keep ringin'

I just put a whole eighth in a blunt, what the fuck was I thinkin'

Tell a bitch I ain't nothin' like her man he get jammed and he singin'

Got money on my mind, I can make a band without blinkin'